"Infusion complete", is one of the phrases we like to see on the machine. This means another finished day of chemo. Once treatment is done, they must check his blood pressure for one hour, which means the cuff stays on the entire time. Zack has become a pro at this, he takes off the cuff ones the pressure is taken and once the machine starts again, slips it back on. Once in awhile he is not fast enough, so we stop the machine, he puts on the cuff and we restart. When you spend this much time in the hospital, you get to know the equipment. Nausea has now set in with a vengeance. We ask the nurse for Benedryl, which usually knocks him out. It takes her awhile to bring it and once it is injected into his port he immediately is asleep. That is when I grab my moment to head downstairs to grab and early dinner. I decide to also pick him up something while down there, since it is not safe today to go outside (we had an ice storm).
When I return there is another shift change. It is now 7 pm and the nurse from last night is back on tonight. She is very sweet, but I must ask her to do better than last night. I try and understand that they have a full plate with every room full, but sleeping on two mattresses on the floor and having to get up each time the machine beeps to turn it off and then reach over Zack for the call button, gets old quickly. Zack then, wakes each time I do, gets up and goes into the bathroom. He is being given so many bags of fluids, he is never able to sleep through the night. Last night was no exception.
Zack's bandage around the port access is loose, so we ask the nurse to change it. In the past he had a problem with the needle which is inserted (port access) into the port coming out and we wanted to make sure this didn't happen again. They tape over the port access with a clear bandage, which keeps it in place and keeps it clean. When the nurse changes the dressing, she puts on a full face mask, gloves and asks Zack to look away so as not to breath on the access. She explains that even the slightest amount of dirt could cause an infection. The nurse apologizes for last night and promises to take better care tonight. We are very appreciative that she will do her best, that's all we can ask. The baby that was in the room next to us has been moved to another room in order to make room for another oncology patient, her mother, father and baby sibling. The back of the hall is restricted to oncology patients, but with no room left in the hospital they are placing children wherever they can. We were advised by the nurse that there are children in Emergency Rooms waiting for rooms upstairs. Since Zack sleeps on the couch, a nurse comes in and asks if she can give his bed mattress to the family in the next room. She advised us that several of the staff are having to stay in the Hospital, due to the bad weather, and there are no more mattress' for the family members. I gladly help her carry it to the family and offer a couple of bananas while I'm there. Anything to help them feel more comfortable.
I try and tease Zack about trying out the perfect, firm bed, but he is not amused. He is jumpy and wants to get the hell out of here. I think part of it is the Benedryl as he usually doesn't act this way, but at this point it doesn't really matter. We will try and get a good nights sleep, knowing that his fluids will be changed out every hour or so, knowing that he will have to get up to use the bathroom all night, hoping the beeping will be at a minimum and won't keep him up. His vitals will again be checked early in the morning and the (new) baby next door might keep him up crying. Then, we start the day all over again. The difference about tomorrow is, we will be going home later in the evening and KNOWING he will have a good night's sleep in his own bed and wake up to a better week.
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